Happy Morning!

Rejoice with each new morning! Mornings are fresh and light and full of color and they give us a brand new start on a brand new day.

"The Sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring."
Emily Dickinson

Moab

We are back wishing we could do laundry and leave again. The pictures do not do justice to the beautiful red rocks.

One picture is at Dead Horse Point; the area carries a sad story of wild horses being rounded up on the point (in the 1800's) and left to die of thirst with the view of the river below.

The other 3 pictures are taken in Arches National Monument, Delicate Arch stands atop the massive wall of rock (click on the picture to enlarge.) More tall rock monuments in next picture and our group of four bikers in the last picture.

Ready to Roll

Ready to roll on a southbound trip to Moab. It's a red rock playground in Utah. The heat will be on, and the red rocks will be calling to us to get off the bikes and come exploring. No, Blue the Jack Russel will not be going this time, he's just packing down my bag. He has been on many motorcycle trips; he rides on my husbands back seat in a soft sided pet carrier and loves it. Many motels in Moab are pet friendly, but the National Parks are not, so Blue stays home this time. BTW, he is getting too old for the heat of this journey.

I will hopefully post wonderful pictures when I come back...so tune in again next week!

Click on the Moab link above if you want a preview of the beauty that Southern Utah holds!

Mixing Motorcycles and Crazy Quilts

Two of my passions are motorcycles and crazy quilts. They usually stay in their own compartments of my life; I usually do not take crazy quilt projects on motorcycle trips. But occasionally I do mix them up on the textile side. Pictured here is a wall hanging I made about 8 years ago to display the collectible pins from motorcycle rallies and rides. The background crazy quilt was made from wool fabrics to represent the passing scenery, and the road was made from bias tape.

This holds keys to 10 years of memory.
Click on picture to enlarge.

Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart have bloomed and dance in the breeze this Spring. What a funny flower with a name I just have never cared for. But as a rose is still a rose with any other name... what about the bleeding heart?

Song of Hope

Quoted is Emily Dickinson's wonderful poem, "HOPE is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the song without the words, and never stops at all."

Hope. I never understood hope, just like I never understood Grace. I think they go hand in hand. Along with Love and Faith. Emily describes it to a tee, with hope being that never-ending song deep inside. It's there even when we are not.
I know that song resonates to me in the darkest days, and when the sun rises I can hear again.

The Love Train

I remember this line from a song..."My baby thinks he's a train" It always put a smile on my face, although I never really remembered anything else about the song, just that line. I imagined the rest.

Art that imitates nature.